In celebration of it’s release, we are giving away a $200 gift certificate to be used in the Etsy shop!*

How to enter:
1. Watch the CCV F/W 2011 Lookbook video and view the photos below
2. Comment on this blog post about your favorite outfit from the CCV F/W 2011 Lookbook and where you’d wear it. Be creative, as the comment I believe to be the funniest/sweetest/most touching/scariest/YOU NAME IT story of where the goods will be worn will win!

The winner of the $200 gift certificate will be chosen and announced on Tuesday, October 11th, 2011 **********International entrees are welcome!**********

hahaha oh man… i definitely have that embroidered crop top – http://www.flickr.com/photos/lladybird/5818010717/!! and i saw another one being worn by a prostitute in the devil’s rejects. forreal, what is up with that shirt? it keeps following meeeeee.

i need those organically grown jeans. so i can wear them with my crop top, natch.

Awesome! Well I love the 1990’s duster and the Afghan duster. I would definitely want the duster to be the highlight of my outfit so I would wear them with a plain, solid color dress or t-shirt, and heels for a night on the town with my friends, to brunch, on a plane somewhere to arrive looking comfy and stylish, or just to class….not to dressy, not too casual, but always the best dressed.
My absolute favorite is the 1920’s fringe dress paired with the peach jacket, as black is my best color and 20’s is my favorite style. I would wear this to have drinks, dinner, to a party, a wedding, and for the apocalypse.

I am in love with that gorgeous 1920s cobalt and silver necklace. I’d wear it with the 20s crepe flapper dress to bed each night, where I would float away into dreams of the golden twenties. In one I’d dance with Jay Gatsby, in another I’d meet Breton, Dalí and Buñuel and tell them that I was a dreamer from the future, but they’d think I was totally normal.

The 90s velvet maxi dress, and I’d wear it not only to the party, but the next morning on an emergency run to the shop for orange juice and chocolate croissants. I think debuchery should always be carried over to the next day!

Oh doggy. I live in southern New Mexico and the county fair is in town. It is chilly and dusty… goddammit, I would wear the afghan duster and let it blow in the wind amongst the vendors and screaming children. It would protect my legs from dust and chills. Then, I would take it on the Ferris wheel to air it out and let it see new heights with me. Yes, I think we would bond and honor one another.

I reeeeeeally want the 90’s crochet dress that Nikki wears in the fitting room scene/shots. I am a short gal, and used to have a phobia of long dresses but now i’ve overcome that fear and am crazy about them! I have two and the 90’s dress would bring my collection to an aesthetically pleasing three. To be honest, I might wear it a few days in a row because intense when it comes to new purchases. I have to wear them every way i can imagine as soon as i can so that the garment knows how much i love it. hmmm, that makes me sound strange…

Love the looks, love the style of it all, love the realization that I’m slack-jawed and drooling over these items. Plaid shirts are like Pokemon for me…gotta catch ’em all! Some of my fav shirts are the pre-loved ones my parents wore in the 70s/80s and have become mine by piracy. I’d love to have the organic jeans to wear next time I plan a raid on their closets, though! Talk about good booty. 🙂

Where do you always find all of these amazing clothes and so many beautiful girls to show them off? If the vintage-shopping in my town was even a quarter decent (WHAT kind of person considers a three-year-old American Eagle t shirt VINTAGE? Look no further than northern Ontario…), I wouldn’t have to spend so much time sucking up to you every time you put out a lookbook!

I’m going to be honest, what stole my heart first was the patchwork duster/dress, because before I saw this lookbook, I’d never HEARD of a duster, and I fell head-over-heels. I would put it over EVERYTHING. Some wedges, high-waisted jean shorts and a black top, or a little black dress, or a little red dress… my friends would be embarrassed by me because I would wear it so often and with so many things (not that they aren’t already often embarrassed by me… I’ve worn skirts with fruit printed on it to school, where nobody wears anything quirky, bright, and most people would die before wearing a maxi skirt).

But since at this point it is reserved, I had to rethink. The next best thing would be the 50s newspaper shirt. I DIE. (I was about to say that I would marry and have children with the designer of the shirt because I love them so much, but then realized that would be gross because they would be really old. It’s a good thing this isn’t a video contest – writing stuff down gives me a chance to filter.)

It is actually so cool though – I would wake up in the morning and read the paper with a cup of tea, then put on my newspaper with a cute skirt (I envision black or something really bright, probably because the skirt it was paired with in the lookbook was red and I really like that idea – and the skirt.) and a pair of flats (more school-appropriate, though wearing a newspaper shirt will probably get some looks anyways).

The newspaper shirt would be another WTF item to add to my collection! I love quirky clothing so much, and because I live in a town with an even mix of preps and hicks, nobody really wears interesting clothes, so when I go out I get a lot of looks. Usually when I can’t tell whether they are jealous of my clothes or wondering “WTF?”, I name it a “WTF item”.

Wow, I can really drag this out! Sorry these always turn out so long – I just go off the top of my head like I’m having a conversation and I end up rambling. Thanks for the contest! <3

I really appreciate that fact that every one of your Lookbooks have a different theme, a completely different aire, yet bring together so many various outfits. Nice job! 🙂

In terms of your contest, that little plaid number whispers to make a story out of it. The lines are classic, yet begging to be worn loud in colour. I could also see it being a good seasonally transitional piece (to wear as is for warmer weather, or throwing a complimentary shirt underneath for cooler temperatures). As for the story……one hip chic walks slinkily down the street bedecked in plaid splendour, with a black turtleneck reminiscent of a Beatnik protecting her neck from the fall wind. Playful patterned tights give way to sky-high platform booties (ala Closet Case Vintage’s FW 2011). She sashays her way into the local coffee shop, tosses her 80s-style white sequined hat onto the table, and winks coyily at the barista. “I’ll take a soy chai tea latte. Better make that without water, makes for a richer flavour.” Who says the Brits get to have all the fun with plaid? Viva la Nashville!

Even past that I am enamoured with the cream 1960s cream maxi dress in your Etsy shop (and it’s my size to boot!). It begs for a story too, but I’ll save that for another blog-commenting day. 🙂

Give me that white crochet dress so i can wear it to my wedding on saturday!!!

but seriosuly, as a mama of twins, i love that i feel like i could still wear all off these looks and not look like a skank. that’s pretty important to me. those organically grown jeans with that blouse-i mean… that says milf right there. i want it. i want to be in it. i need it.

Carmen – this look book is out of control!!! Every piece of it screams “RAD”!! I don’t think I can pick one favorite – they all make me want to get naked in a parking lot! I would carry it all in my car with me too so I could presto-chango my outfit instantly. And heck – if I’m gonna get naked in public, I would have no problem wearing those outstanding Levi’s cuttofs with the frayed bottom. Who cares if my a#* hung out a little!!!!

First off, props for using one of the most awesome Ty Segall songs ever in the video.

Secondly, can I just wear every outfit together in some crazy combination? I’d be prepared for whatever things life throws me. Fun things, mostly. Call me a Girl Scout, but it’s good to always be prepared, right?

In all seriousness, I think I want to wear that blue velvet maxi dress the most with delicate little gold chains and a golden velvet turban, then I want to switch bodies with Laura Kirkpatrick for the day and have a music video montage of my own. Yeah. Seriously.

The night began at my house. But as is true for the best of nights, it didn’t end there. As usual, my friends poked fun at my outfit from the moment they walked in the door. I didn’t blame them. My Organically Grown jeans, Newspaper shirt, and deerskin jacket simply was not in sync with their skinny jean and hoodie ensembles. (Little did they know that later in the night they would regret their ignorance of interesting clothing) We did as we usually did, watching movies (a Quentin Tarantino marathon, to be exact), and eating far too many Doritos and Jalapeno Poppers. The guys called, which was unexpected. Were they not usually engrossed in their cheap vodka and Call of Duty by now? Tonight, it turned out, was different. They were itching for adventure, just as we were. But what to do? We had heard of the rope swing where the college students went skinny dipping. We decided that this, and a call to some over 21 friends, would more than satisfy our need for adventure.
Fast forward to about 2 hours from then, about 2 AM. We had found the spot they spoke of, after quite some driving around and numerous swear words. We hadn’t gotten hold of our older friends, but decided that this was probably better, considering the drive. We had ripped our clothes off, dived into dark and icy water, and proceeded to swim for a good hour, giggling at how lame we must be, to find this so fun. And now we were silently heading home, no longer giggling.
The thing that we did not know about this particular swimming spot was that it is also notorious for getting clothes stolen while kids are swimming. So here we were, jam packed into a car and attempting to shield our naked bodies from the sight of the opposite gender. Everyone except me, that is. Apparently thieves do not agree with my taste for high waisted jeans and deerskin fringe.

1950′s Newspaper Print Blouse, 1960′s Big E Denim Cut Offs 1970′s Platforms. It’s snowing outside, it’s in the middle of a ski slope. I am sitting between two moguls, and a layer of frost is covering every inch of my purple skin. I am barely shivering because the cold air is so intoxicatingly deadly that I think I am in a fairytale. I skip over the moguls and dance into some trees. My newspaper print blouse crackles slightly, and turns into a solid coat of armor that protects me from the fierce twigs and biting snowflakes. My feet are warm, tucked into my 70’s platforms, and I am invincible.

the 1920’s fringe maxi dress embodies everything about a dress that i love. it’s black, it’s versatile (fringe can be worn EVERYWHERE!) and it’s long. i’d probably style it up with my black turban, black platforms and just to be completely over the top about it, my 1920’s black fringe jacket. i’d where it to the grocery store, wine tasting, out for drinks with my lady friends or use it as a means to lure the boyfriend into taking me somewhere completely fancy for a date. fringe is powerful like that.